​I remember working as a house painter, and I was painting a few rooms in a nice house of a man in Berkeley. He was a kind man, and was gone the whole week, and let me play all of his great World Music, while I painted his bedroom, hallway, and living room. He had recently broken up with his long time girlfriend (amicably), and just wanted to “re-own” his house, by painting it more neutral colors, and moving some of the furniture around.

How nice for me, to simply enjoy painting at my pace, with amazing music, in a beautiful home.At that point in life I was a psychic, and I think I worked with some Angels, and Ascended Masters, but had not gotten into Ascension, or Shamanism yet. These three modalities are now the cornerstone of my practice.

So, as I am standing on a ladder, listening to Salif Kieta, or something else just as amazing, and painting the peachy loveliness of a living room into a cool, thoughtful, muted blue, I kept seeing something darting around quickly, around the house. I could see a flash of light, going from one set of French doors, to the big bay window, around the outside of the house. At first I was startled, but then did not feel afraid. It had the shape of a human (a bit of a blur), but seemed much smaller, perhaps 3 or 4ft high. I couldn’t tell if it was watching me intently, from outside, as if I was somehow in it’s way, or, if it had nothing to do with me, so I kept on painting.

This happened every day that I was there. Other than that, I got my work done, and enjoyed being there.Finishing up after a few days, washing out my brushes, and pulling up paper, tape, etc, I saw the being again, and for a moment, there was this ”Hello”, a simple acknowledgement from spirit, to spirit.

I came back a few days later, while the owner was there, to get paid, and give back the keys.He told me that his (now) ex girlfriend was a practicing shaman, and also the owner of a small jewelry business, selling earrings and pendants of a Goddess nature, of a pagan nature. Beautiful work.He said that everywhere he turned, there was another altar. That any 2 or 3 items on a table, or counter, started to look like a sacred altar.I had to laugh, as I am guilty of the same. Rocks, moss, and a goddess looking piece of a twisted stick come out of my jeans pocket daily; just add a candle, or bowl of water, and “Voila!”.Once he started opening up, so did I, and he mentioned that there were many drumming ceremonies there, and the place had become quite magical. We both laughed, and shared, and he told me that he just wanted to reclaim his home, and fill it with his own energy, and own it for himself.

I wish I could’ve had a conversation with the being; either to tell it that its friend had moved, or to hook it up to it’s next step, as it did look a bit lost.But I did not know the things I know now, and did not have the tools I have now.Just paintbrushes, ladders, and the ability to give a spirit a neutral “Hello, I see you”.

In my shamanic practice now I journey to the different worlds of non ordinary reality daily, and I also have a practice of transfiguration.That is where you radiate pure light as spirit, and you just are.It is an amazing practice, and quite healing, to yourself, to other sentient beings, including the earth herself. Just by being light.Radiating light.In Ascension, you do the same thing, filling your cells, and the space between them, with dazzling light. You do this, even before you use the Violet Flame, which is a powerful transmuting vibration of love and forgiveness.After doing these practices, I do feel lighter, and also feel as if I am glowing, on some level.​Let’s go back to the being darting around at the house. It could have been a Star Being, a being not from here, brought to the house by the shamanic work, or by one of it’s participants, or, it could’ve been the radiant astral body of his ex-girlfriend, or one of her power animals, or spirit helpers.​What made me think of that story, was a mention in a Facebook group by a another shamanic practitioner. A question was asked, “What do you look like as you journey? What do you appear like?” Many people said they seemed healthier, or stronger, or wore a certain type of ceremonial clothing. The one woman said she wore clothing, but then “zipped it off” and with it her skin outfit, and was just light. Like "a glow worm with arms and legs".I found this thought provoking, and evocative, as I sometimes do the same thing. Especially as I transfigure, or radiate light.And that is, what I think I saw, as I was painting some man’s living room, so many years ago.

It made me smile, to remember this story, and there are so many stories like these in our lives. We know so much more now, then we did before, about spirit. Fear is replaced by neutrality, by our tools, and even by our compassion. This being had nothing whatsoever to do with me. It made me like the ex girlfriend even more, and made me smile at the boyfriend, as he had to deal with all the goddess altars, and light beings running around his house. I'm glad he reclaimed it for himself. It really was a beautiful home.Perhaps this story could also be called, "The magic of a new coat of paint to reclaim your home".Many blessings on your day,Helena